"So, this is the blue gemstone mine you were speaking about last night?"
The morning sun of the Source Code World hung heavy and orange in the sky as John stood with Goven at the edge of a long ridge.
The day before, John had spent hours in a state of frustrated isolation, attempting to brute-force his way through the demotion of his weaponry.
He had tried to apply the same logic that had made him an unstoppable god of warfare in the pocket trial. He had lined up ten of his standard cannons, attempted to edit their code together, expecting them to merge into a singular, high-grade behemoth.
The process had felt smooth, almost nostalgic, as the structures dissolved and re-formed under his command. But the end result was bizarre and deeply disappointing.
